Текст песни Іван Козловський та Капела бандуристів - За світ встали козаченьки

Light rose Cossacks
In march of polunochi;
Vyplakala Marusenka
His clear eyes.

Do not cry, do not cry, Marusenko,
Weep not cheer up,
And for his dear
Pray to God.

Standing moon over the mountain,
And no sun;
Mother son in dorozhenku
Tear escorts.

Farewell my dear Sonny!
Neither zabavlyaysya!
For four nedilenky
Home return unto!

Oh, I would councils, matusenko,
Rather return -
Yeah something my voronenkyy
In the lead stumbled.

Oh, God knows when I will return,
In yakuyu hour;
Take away my Marusenku
For your child!

Take it matusenko,
We are all God's will.
For who knows whether he lived return,
Do lie down on the pitch?

Oh, glad I Marusenku
For native accept
And whether it is me
Son honor?

Oh, do not cry, do not worry.
In vdavaytes not tight.
Voronenkyy played my horse,
Back expect.